Some things in life are so fragile and fleeting, yet are the means for life to go on.
Dandelion fluff is like that, isn’t it? As a child, you could pluck a golden dandelion turned white and wispy and blow all its seeds away. You could even wish upon a dandelion, couldn’t you? Well, of course you still can! That is, if you let the dandelions grow in your grass or go somewhere where they do flourish! No one minds if you pick dandelions!
I designed this print some time ago. Is it sad to you? Or a promise that things will change and, likely, get better?
